"u jst wnt dddy 2 ht thm wllz dntchu."
a statement, not a question; no question mark. more confidence arrogance cockiness than a chick like myself can handle. hate to admit it but i'm addicted to swag. intelligence laced wit hood - or vice versa. get that stance like you know you're the shit. raise your eyebrow when you look at me. purse your lips. give me that half smile. don't take off your cool til i strip for you.
actually...strip me. make me stand there while you stare at me. look me up and down like you just can't wait to have your way with me. turn me around and unbutton my top, slide it off and let it drop. unhook bra... drops to the floor. turn me back around and squat down to unzip my boots... left then right. put them to the side. hands caress thigh from knee up to...warmth through the denim. unbutton and unzip jeans, pull them down to the floor. red lace staring you in the face, pull down to see -
- 2 b cntd
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